[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco] Your attention please, your attention I need it So I can sit you in a position from which I see it Where I’m seated is scenic Heavy-weighter, slim as the Machinist, so bulimic Which means you somewhere in between it I take it back for you like the Wild Stallions (Wyld Stallyns) of San Dimas I’m in the market for low-mile 360 Modena's And a good organic cleaners My car always a winner Your car’s always pitted We should call it Stanley Steamers Most of my friends in gangs My new nickname is Ghengis Khan But without the ‘Ye, but his last name’s my side I ride with the demeanors (the meanest) I’m armed to the teeth You’re Venus and you’ve never been to the Dinas (dentist) School of Hard Knocks, I dean it I done it, as well as a celebrated alumnus I donate to the campus and my name’s on the arenas But you can’t bring it to my court Not even with subpoenas Cause you can’t play my sport But you can still cheer-lead us And you can’t sit there That section’s for the seniors And the sexy senoritas So just move up to the bleachers How you gonna school me when I grew up with your teachers I know that you can't hear me Cause I blew up all the speakers And the power line is hanging Cause I threw up all the sneakers I ate up the imposters And I chewed through all the pizzas I blacked out with a black card And I maxed out all the Visas
[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco] Uhh…Accreditation so prestigious Just walk across my stage Your life will be completed Don’t need financial aid Cause this is just some free shit You been properly prepared Throw your hats up in the air I’m red hot, Chilly, (Red Hot Chili) I’m Anthony Kiedis My spirit smells teenage And Chi-town’s feelin' excellent We hit them with the President See we set the precedent I don’t feel I’m best I just feel I’m better than…
[Chorus: Thom Yorke/Radiohead] Everyone… Everyone Around… Here Everyone is so… near So alone… So alone
[Verse #3: Lupe Fiasco] See I don’t disagree This is just a grievance This ain’t dissin’ This is civil disobedience How you gon’ make hip-hop Without all the ingredients? Lot of mouths to feed Plus a lot of greediness And that greed, outshines the neediness What ni***s need is some "question they authority" And tune out all the TV shit And we be this So I give ‘em more You see I did it for…
[Chorus: Thom Yorke/Radiohead] Everyone… Everyone is so… near Everyone has got… the fear So alone… So alone
[Verse #4: Lupe Fiasco] Yeah… I am back up on the airwaves Feelin’ like a Soldier, and I ain’t talking where the Bears play Flair, look how I Fred Astaire (further stair) down the staircases ‘Finna be a hair-raisin’ tortoise versus hare race So you should hang around here (hair) like some earrings I know attention’s all about how you pair things So when I want them to hear me out I just sit them next to some pictures of Rosa splitting with her titties out And what’s written on her titties is what it's really about Then her vagina is some poor kids from China Nipples nuclear missiles Ass is a daughter without a dad Back is like Afghanistan, Iraq Health care hair Drive by thighs Education lips HIV eyes Environment feet Justice get her so wet, brains get you brains You can fuck her if you protest But before you bust in her face, finish listenin’ to the tape... Enemy of the State...